#witch!kira

[distantpagesandpapercuts]

❝ Maybe I can help, I mean, you are lost, right? ❞

“Something like that,” The girl mused quietly.

The bar seemed to be a resting place for all sorts of creatures. The other behind the bar was beautiful. Angelic in nature. And all around them- not such savory creatures. Ghouls and goblins and the occasional demon or two.

Kira may have had the outward appearance of a normal peasant, but this was not so. There was magic in her. Much more than met the eye. She was drying out, not such a good situation. So she stopped to ask for help. Maybe the angel barkeep could indeed be of assistance.

“The nearest marsh, bog, or swamp. A creek will suffice in a pinch. Any ideas?” She asks quietly. Pale, blind looking gold eyes staring at the other.

[everythingscira]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Felicity

Author: AFireInTheAttic

Summary: Stiles says she gives him the heebie-jeebies.

"The heebie-jeebies?" Scott repeats doubtfully.

"Shut up," Stiles snaps, scowling. "You know what I mean."

"I don’t, actually," he says. "She seems nice."

"You haven’t talked to her."

"Have you?"

"Well, no," Stiles admits, scuffing his feet a bit. "But Jackson says she cursed him."

Scott rolls his eyes at that. “It’s not like you wouldn’t curse him if you could.”

"Yeah," he says, jabbing Scott in the stomach. "If I could. But she can!”